Hands guided her head forward and downward. Something surrounded her neck. She heard a loud click and the hands released her head. She could tell her ...eck was locked in place with her head on one side of it and her body on the other side.Tom double-checked Brittany's headlock. She was held tight. The girls were lined up in a row with their heads in adjustable headlocks for cattle that had been modified to hold human heads and particularly 11 snobby, stuck-up soccer girls' heads."Get her hands,". "I want your pussy on my tongue," I said and she gasped with delight. She gently pulled me from the wall and we switched positions. I shrugged off my shirt and pulled off my bra, then kissed her once more, grabbing her breasts, before my right hand pulled up the bottom of her dress, exposing the black thong she wore underneath. She held the fabric bunched in her hand as I slipped mine into the front of her panties and caressed the bare pussy underneath. I could feel the hot wetness on my palm. In a quiet corner he read."Go in to the toilets, go into the farthest cubicle and behind the cistern you will find her panties, smell them, she has been soaked all night, follow us when we leave, we are walking home, I have d**gged her, and she is gagging for your cock"Amazed he reread the note, then went straight into the toilets watched by Gen and Emma.He reached down and made contact immediately his fingers felt their wetness, my god he thought they were soaked through , he held them to. ’ I slid myself off of his body so that I was on my knees on the floor and started to pull his pants down. He looked down at me with large eyes and an open mouth. I could already see the bulge in his pants forming. He was fairly well-hung, probably one of the better guys I had ever been with in terms of size, which made him bearable. Even though he wasn’t overly skilled or knowledgeable of how to please a woman, the size made him passable. ‘And lastly, just because you can’t go anymore’—I told.